"With your abilities, and that slick-talking mouth of yours."
"Becoming a favorite among the higher-ups of the Luo Family shouldn't be a big problem."
Tang Jian gave a helpless glance at his son Tang Rong beside him and whispered, "And then let you, my little brat, enjoy the good life in Qingshi Town?"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Tang Rong nodded with a beaming smile, but quickly, he came to his senses.
He shook his head vigorously, his expression quite serious as he said, "Old man, what does 'enjoying the good life' mean!"
"When Grandfather passed away, he entrusted you to take good care of me."
"The thing Grandfather wanted most was to strengthen our Tang Family."
"And now, the Tang Family only has you and me."
"If we don't make an effort, if you kick the bucket by accident, how could we face Grandfather underground?"
Tang Jian sighed again, turned his head away, seemingly no longer interested in listening to his son's blather: "All you're spouting is nonsense."
